Confession: I am divine and I am human. I am all of it. I am woman. I am little girl. I am sex. I am purity. I am none of it. I am infinite in finite envelopes with names and places assigned.
But what is my address? Who do you address in this dress, these shoes that stumble that sparkle that carry me home somehow, again, awake and wanting him and Him, human...

“Two into One”
Moonlit strangersDawn endangersTwo cups spilt
Winter chimedWings alignedTwo coins laid
Songs spunPrayers undoneTwo tears drop
Empty dayDreams a wayTwo flowers fly
Moonlit strangersDawn endangersTwo into one
I wanted to share one of my recent poems with you all. It is an ode to duality, I suppose— a profession of love and a tale of our affair.
Duality is not something we escape exactly. It is natural... when it is natural....

The Judicial Branch springs forth in our mind, but with a very different version of our Lady of Justice prevailing. Her sword of reason is dulled by duality, her scale is skewed toward injustice, and her blindfold is woven by the frayed heartstrings of a victim. For she, though beautiful as ever, is born in our heartbreak.
Before our heartbreak, we had no concept of injustice. Life was simply cause and effect with...

Regardless of how your personal scales of justice tilt, we all have dangled at least a toe in the waters of victim-stance and it is from this viewpoint of defense that we create our set of laws through our internal Legislative Branch. These ‘laws’ represent the beliefs in our minds with which we navigate our lives.
In a domesticated mind, the beliefs are innocently formed in accordance to the common beliefs set...